Historias de Burtfield

He was alone. At least, he thought he was. Was he? He didn't know. He couldn't see anyone. He couldn't see him. He started to panic. He started trying to call for him, but couldn't hear or see him. Then, like sunlight shooting through the darkest thundercoulds, he saw him there. He reached for him... Then he woke up, next to him. It had been a dream. He looked at him there, sleeping peacefully, and smiled. He gently ran a hand through his blonde curls, then laid back down, wrapping his arms around him and fitting his body against his, then slowly drifted back into his mind, his world of stars and constellations.